It was mid-afternoon when Minho woke me up. "Hey, Maisie." He chuckled, gently shaking my arm. I hummed in responce, not wanting to say anything. "I heard about your little adventure today." I winced, before getting defensive.
"I was drunk, Minho! I didn't mean to do it! It was an accident!" I began to cry, for fear of him getting mad at me.
"Maisie, I'm not mad at you!" Minho pulled me into a hug, "It was Gally. He gave you and Newt too much to drink. He knew you couldn't sleep it off."
"I hate him! I hate him!" Minho shushed me, and slightly began rocking me back and forth,
"It's okay... It's okay." He rotated me, so my side was pressed against his chest. After minutes of whimpering, I had fallen fast asleep... in Minho's arms.
HOURS LATER
Newt and I wandered around, again, trying to find me a new job. "Uh, Newt?" I asked him nervously.
"Yeah greenie?" He replied.
"Are things awkward between us now?" Newt hesitated,
"A little bit."
"I'm sorry about earlier, okay? I don't know why I did that."
"It's okay. Friendship kisses and makeouts are allowed." I giggled,
"Of course they are. Even when one's ass in involved."
"*Especially* when one's ass is involved." Newt chuckled, causing a smile to appear on my face, before he gently squeezed my shoulder.
"THAT was for good luck with Minho." I rolled my eyes at his excuse.
"Newt, don't worry about me. I can handle him."
"Is that so? Good, then hopefully you can manage the job I have in mind for you." Newt pointed towards one of the workstations.
"Oh HELL no!" I exclaimed. "There's no way in HELL I could EVER become a builder! Is there anything easier, Newt?"
"Sure there is, greenie..." Newt leaned forwards, whispering in my ear: "Try getting along with your number-one co-worker." I tried to remember who works where.
Frypan, cook... Minho, runner...
I gasped as I realized who I'd be working with.
Gally.
